Performed at Books, Inc., Alameda for Alameda Shorts Bubble and Squeak by Bronwyn Emery James is 15. He is tall and lanky, all long fingers and longer feet and awkward angles—and very clearly did not ask to be moved all the way from London to LA to live with his father and the ridiculous Amber…
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The Game by Bronwyn Emery Vicky lingered alone for a moment, gazing down on the face of Uncle Milo, her mouth set in a firm, tight line, as if a single flutter would bring an avalanche of emotions crashing into the small chapel, smashing the windows and blowing the walls off the foundation. Behind her,…
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Performed at Story Slam at Books, Inc. Alameda Ghost by Bronwyn Emery [prologue: The thing about ghosts is the way they haunt you. You don’t know they’re there until they show up to unsettle you. A trick of the light. A flick in the dark. A shadow in the corner of your eye. Are they…
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Burning to Sell the House* by Bronwyn Emery About a dozen years ago, when my then husband and I were selling our house and the kids were young and adorable and doing everything they could to sabotage us, I learned the hard way that cats are flammable. And, if the tail goes up first,…
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The Naked Truth by Bronwyn Emery I showed up to the zombie apocalypse with hairy legs. But first, I gave birth to my son. In the delivery room, in those precious 30 seconds between peak contractions, in that quiet space of concentrated breathing and focused preparation, I heard my unborn child’s great-grandmother declare, in a…
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Performed at Story Slam at Books, Inc. Alameda On Leaving a Marriage by Bronwyn Emery On the morning of summer solstice, Evie had to admit that Gavin was right; procrastination was indeed her superpower. She’d only known this day was coming for five years. She’d only had the form filled out and sitting in the…
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Performed at Books, Inc. Alameda for Story Slam Regrowth By Bronwyn Emery *Names have been changed to protect privacy When I was a child, a group of my friends got together and went to my mother and begged her to make me stop telling lies. First, they verified that my cat was not actually a…
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